Jing Jiaren's heart ached. He had never looked at him like this.
"Go back to bed." He ordered coldly.
"..."
"You need to rest."
He put down his hand and stayed half a meter away from her.
Jing Jiaren was about to approach him, but he actually took a step back: "I told you to go back to bed!"
Jing Jiaren's figure suddenly froze in mid-air: "What's wrong with me?"
"..."
"Why are you so afraid of me?"
"..."
"What kind of virus do I have?" She looked at him in disbelief, "Will I infect you?"
Did he know that she was sick? But it was found out that she was contagious?
Ximen Longting sneered: "From today on, it's best for us to keep our distance."
A distant and haughty tone.
Jing Jiaren doesn’t seem to understand?
Keep a distance? This was said by Ximen Longting? He will actually say it one day...
He wants to keep a distance from her... Is he still Ximen Longting?
Wilson knocked on the door and came in with some tea. He was quite surprised to see Jing Jiaren awake.
"Miss Elizabeth, are you okay?"
Ximen Longting turned around and continued to pick up photos and thumbtacks and pressed them on the wall: "Help her go to bed and rest."
In the past, it would have been him who picked her up arrogantly and put her on the bed.
How could he let any other man touch her—not even Wilson, of course.
After hearing the young master's order, Wilson was stunned and stood there holding the water.
"No need, I have hands and feet and I can move myself."
Jing Jiaren walked back to the bed, picked up the mirror on the bedside table and took a look. There was a bandage on it, and some blood flowed from the wound.
She remembered that when she was in pain last night, she grabbed a vase and smashed her head.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a bitter smile: "It's because I was injured and didn't take good care of my body, so you're angry, right?"
"..."
"I didn't mean it."
When Ximen Longting pressed his hand, the thumbtack skidded off and almost turned over and stabbed into his finger.
He exuded a terrible aura, but remained silent.
Jing Jiaren lay down and said, "I really didn't mean it!"
No one wants to intentionally hurt themselves.
Ximen Longting said coldly: "You are the only one in the bathroom!"
"..."
And the remaining half of the vase was still in her hand.
"You're not going to tell me that the wound on your head was caused by someone else?"
"I……"
"In order to reject me, you don't hesitate to do this." Ximen Longting came back to his senses and stared at her coldly, "You can think of any way..."
Jing Jiaren probably knew what Ximen Longting had misunderstood.
"You crazy woman, you should see a doctor."
He looked at her like she was a lunatic with an abnormal brain!
"Do you think I hurt myself on purpose to avoid you?" Jing Jiaren asked in disbelief.
Although she didn't want Leng Aofeng to see their intimate scene, she wouldn't do it in such an extreme way.
"The expression is very real," he looked at her, "but the lines are too pale and unconvincing!"
"..."
"With your personality, you should make up a whole set of lies... so seamless that I can't find any loopholes." He looked at the pinhole on his finger. He didn't know when it was pricked, and it hurt slightly.
The wound is not obvious, but when squeezed, a drop of blood will leak out.
Just like every time she hurt him, there were wounds all over his body that were invisible to the naked eye...